Don't work on a Sunday
Don't sleep on a Monday
Just think
When I think of you
I want to make you bleed
Its
What was it that pushed you outOver the edge spiralingUnseen
Watching, waiting, I've picked you outCompelled by my demons within
You can't change people with your fistFor you I'll make
You have become the focus of my hateBlood is what
Who would guessYour destinyWould come to thisBrought to your kneesLooking
HypocracyYour fascination proves beyond a doubtWhat you need and what
You thought you were in the clearAnd you almost got
What's wrong with you?Protecting criminals from deathYou take another lifeYou
Put in so much I can't turn backI've got to
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